Chapter 249: Forever. For Always
(TYLER)
I take Sasha’s hand and lead him into the bathroom.
No more seated showers. He’s much stronger these days and both Darla and the doctor in Chester have told him to make sure he gets adequate time out of bed. He’s rested enough, this devil man of mine.
So I turn the showerhead to a warm, soft setting, like a summer rain, and kiss him while I wait for the water to heat up.
Inside the shower, I watch him adjusting to new the sensations from his knitting pink flesh as the water travels over his scars. I take up the washcloth and soap, and give him the slowest, most luxurious wash-down that I’ve ever given him.
There’s a part of me that will miss him letting me do this, letting me care for him so completely. But once an injured lion has recovered, you don’t keep him in a cage. You release him back into the wild to take his rightful place.
Once I’ve carefully cleaned his top half, I get on my knees in front of him and pay the same attention to his bottom half. I take particular care with his junk, soaping him up slowly and firmly until he’s heavy in my palm, my other hand sliding thick with soap foam between his ass cheeks. When I look up at him from this angle, his balance resting on one leg, his long, hard body rising up and taking up my whole view, I’m reminded of Michelangelo’s David—if a little hairier.
I move on to his thighs, smoothing my hands over the tapering muscles, over his knees, his perfect calves. I keep my eyes cast down and I bend myself double, my legs tucked up underneath me, as I wash his ankles and his feet. I lift each of his feet into my palm, curling my fingers around it while I wash it, rinse it, and then set it back down on the tiles carefully. And then I lean right down and press my lips against his feet, kissing them all over, clutching at his ankles as the water rains down around me.
Finally, I look up at him again, his eyes so far away that they’re unreadable. "Do you have any idea," I ask quietly, "how much I worship and adore you?"